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[hxberdxsher]

It was a hot day in Vale..

   “ Faunus were in HEAT,         the madman cometh— ”

[mrtimeandwatch]

     A bit insulted and taken back from his colleague’s words, Leveret’s eyes are pulled from his clock to the obscuring mask of Masque.       ”Litter? All— All my clocks are where they should be.” He’s baffled, gloved hands moving to wring his cane behind his back, “I apologize that my… Home does not meet your standards, my dear friend—”       Truthfully, Leveret didn’t see a thing wrong with his home. All of his little trinkets and clocks were where they should be, where they belonged.      Clocks of all sorts mounted the walls, cluttered the tables and the floor. All were ticking in unison, something he could spend hours just listening to.      His clocks were his everything— Something Masque’s group couldn’t quite grasp.

     ”Though I’m sure that this—” Rabbit made a flourish to his home,  ”—Isn’t the reason why you’ve decided to grace me with your presence… Tell me, what brings you?”

[hxberdxsher]

        Yes. It was true that Masque had brought himself before the organization's own Time Keeper for more than to chastise his living arrangement. Fanciful, and to a degree, lavish it was-- Mere disorganization acting as the single trait that sparked ire in the Mad Masque. But, again, this was not the man's reason, not for his being here. Gloved fingertips rhythmically tapping together, Masque displays a brief show of anxiety before this too ceases; Arms falling to his sides as he turns and gives his comrade, his friend, his undivided attention.

          "You would be absolutely right in thinking that, my friend. Though,             allow me to first apologize for my unrestrained chastise of your             life-style. Anxiety plagues me, you see, especially in recent days             for reasons you will soon understand."

            Brief, but vivid, imagery comes to mind as the Masque recollects its plight. Developments, both good and bad, that were to spur the organization into a complete movement. Yes, each and every little persona, called to bear their arms-- All to an end most deprived of the slightest glimmer of hope.

           "Our affiliate has done well in pressuring Vale and its council.             As things are now, anxiety plagues them. At the same time,             the core of the Atlesian military has divided their attention to             Vale because of the recent escalations in activity. Therefore,             it is best of us to consider beginning operation in Atlas             whilst our affiliate tends to the lambs of Vale, you see?"

[xcaetus-archive-blog]

          ❝ I wouldn’t call us fellow-minded fools. Watch your mouth. ❞

[hxberdxsher]

   "Oh--? You've quite the courageous gall, little girl. I      can't say that I hate such a sharp tongue, in fact, I      applaud it! However, applause or no, I refuse to take      back my words. What has gone spoken remains such."

[mrtimeandwatch]

     He’s watching— Judging.       Silently screaming out in terror.      Rabbit found it difficult to keep himself from tearing his belongings out of the hands of the company, unnerved to see how they kept it from it’s place among the clutter.       The sight of his clock being misplaced had him on edge—Should he say something? Do something?       An idea never came to him, his attention focused intensely on the clock than anything else that were happening in the room.      He had even forgotten what his company were speaking of. 

     ”Ah, sorry, I—” Rabbit asked, words falling out of his mouth like a jumbled mess, “—Can you repeat that?”

[hxberdxsher]

    "I said... Your belongings litter this place in the absolute worst      way. I understand that this is your property, however I can't      help but stand appalled."

  A sigh sounds from the grinning mask of the mad hatter. Although he    wasn't anything the likes of obsessed with it, unlike his pale compatriot,    Masque believed that every item held its proper place. Unfortunately, it    seemed that the two men held contrasting perspectives on said belief.    Either way, Masque was glad that it was not on the rabbit's property    that the so-called organization had their Tearoom.

[hxberdxsher]

I'm only joking. (I don't believe a thing I said—) What are you smoking? I'm just fucking with your head. (Only a crazy little thing I read—)

Independent RWBY OC

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                                    you’re either                      on my side                                                       by my side                               or in my fucking way                                              choose [ w i s e l y ]

[lindy-leukos-deactivated2014110]

The saddest part about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

(via lindy-leukos)

[hxberdxsher]

fuq u get outta here mindfuckery is my turf

U wanna fckn go m8?

[mrtimeandwatch]

[hxberdxsher]

               come away,                          o’ human child!                                    to the waters and the wild                                             with a faerie,                                                      hand in hand,                                             for the world                                    is more full of weeping                          than you        can understand.              

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Down The Rabbit Hole

[lenaccidia]

         She never truly required him to remove the mask, it was only for the sake of seeing his beautiful face again after a long, long twenty years. Violette was perfectly aware of the turmoil his mind was in right now, no mask could hide that from her, no—she knew him too well. Those eyes change too quickly for her to need to see the rest of his face to discern his status, never mind the fact that he’s always been an absolute wreck when it comes to her; it only leads to a guilt on her part, that she causes all of this. But when he tells her not to apologize, she finds herself unable to continue riding the guilt train. Even she needs reassurance on occasion.

"Theo…"

       Her hand drops to his shoulder, and she turns her gaze from him to the wall behind.

"--Well, I suppose we're partners, aren't we? Aren't partners...supposed to look after each other?"

"I’m glad I found you again."

[hxberdxsher]

        Theo watches her turn her gaze away; twenty years, when you think about it, the years have truly flown on by. A brief chuckle sounds from the unmasked gentleman. Like the world's longest game of hide and seek. Only for it to have come to an end what with their encounter this very night. Moving a gloved hand of his, he laces his partner's jawline, turning and raising her face to meet his— Then, in one fluid movement, he brings their faces closer and rewards his partner. With a kiss. 

"Look after each other? I... I guess. If you don't mind having a nut like me as your partner—"

"I know you are." 

          Words leaving his lips, as he pulls away from the romantic exchange. His gloved hand moving from her jawline to brush aside some of that pale hair of Violette's. His smile widening just that much more, before soon fading. He can feel it. Feelings of warmth but also the nihilistic desires clawing at his mind. The instability threatens to pulse anew, Theo quickly pushing his mask back again upon his face; Even if she'd see right through it, he wanted to make some attempt to conceal the pain on his face. 

"I won't stop you from chasing after my shadow. After all, this chase of ours has gone on for nearly twenty years in the making. I suppose what I should be telling you, is that the destination awaiting will not be a kind one." 

          A shaky breath leaving him; the same few chants beginning to ring in the back of his mind. Threat. Poison. Weakness. One by one he swats them aside while he yet holds the decency for composure. He's allowed himself the longest possible time to enjoy this one episode of humanity. There's no telling what shall occur in the coming days; but he can't loiter here for much longer. They still need him. She needs him. 

"Continue to live, Violette Springwald, and serve as our greatest witness to the new truth to come."

[lenaccidia]

         She is shocked by what her gaze is met with, as she looks upon the man she has searched for in such vain. It’s the way his eyes are filled to the brim with emotion—longing, guilt, anger, love; but most of all…fear. She did not doubt that he feared what she would think of him after all this time, yet even Violette couldn’t bring herself to hate that face. No, not now.

"—Theo, I must apologize. I am still shaken from your… previous betrayal, and I hope I am not asking too much of you when I request that you refrain from trying to kill me again.”

          She looks up, steps forward until she’s close enough to reach him. Vi is determined to stop this pain he’s suffering through, and if that means renewing her love for him, then hell, she would do it. One lone tear leaking out of the corner of her eye, her hand reaches up to cup his face as gently as she can. She’s aware of his delicate condition, and she isn’t about to let that get in the way of the two of them.

"Regardless… I love you all the same, dear."

          Her thumb brushes over his cheek and she takes a shaky breath.

[hxberdxsher]

        For this moment between them, his mask is discarded. Placed elsewhere from his being; there's no need to shield his face from the gaze of his former partner. After all, eyes such as hers could penetrate any face he dared to take up. It was simply the strength of their bond after all. Though guilt is beyond immense, for if possible he would cry out with it, and yet he doesn't. He chooses to not for the man he has made himself into. Someone who would rewrite the truth of their horrible world, even if the road he treaded was paved with ill and sin. 

"Please. Do anything but apologize. The fault is forever mine, I'm the one whom dared to cut down my own team, and I'm the one who stomped upon what we had before." 

          Theo sighs heavily. Leaning into whatever touch Violette might grace him with. The aches that throb begin to subside, faint but ever present. Acceptance. Even if it were wrong, perhaps even amoral, this was an expression of accept from her. Though an apathetic soul on the front, Violette has always taken to him in all of his fragility. 

"As do I. So the me that still remains does. You are the last person in this world that I wanted to hurt, but also the first person that I wanted to save. I won't ask for your forgiveness, but please know that though twisted I mean only the best."

[leatherandbourbon-archive]

I’m afraid of forgetting the sound of your voice…

(via scythewielding)

[lenaccidia]

            Redemption. Yes, it made sense now. He felt the guilt she herself had suffered through for such a lengthy amount of time. It was about time, but it so worried her that he required one of the members to survive to prompt such an easily acquired emotion as guilt—especially for the likes of Theo. The little things like this; those were the things that truly scared her, though she could never show it, they would mark her for as long as she lived. But, the only way she would completely humor his need was if he sated one of her own.

“Perhaps, as long as you realize that, my love, has already been true. I’ve known for a while now, how far you were going to go—and yes, it hurts, it kills me to think of you doing those things. I want you to be happy, Theo. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

        Her chest felt as though it might burst. She loved him, more than he could possibly know.Yet, it hurt her to know that she could never quite fathom the pain he felt at this moment—and it was that fact that forced her to blink away the hot tears creeping to her eyes. Yes, she wept, but those tears were for h i m. 

"But I…you must do one thing for me before I go.

                             —Let me see your true face one last time.”

[hxberdxsher]

        Again, he stands silent. For the sight of tears shed for the likes of him brings about a nauseating, almost suffocating experience. To see his partner from so many years ago, his old flame, weep such tears... Oh how it brought upon that guilt he continuously resisted. Dearest Violette, more beautiful than any other soul that might be. Truly did he feel so strongly for her, though he worried if it was even possible to have both. His agenda, and his dearest. 

"So, it is as I silently hoped. You were never deterred from me, even amidst the cruelty I've performed. Hah... How tragic. I feel both a heart-wrenching guilt, but also a soul fluttering joy."

          He didn't want this to be their last encounter. Even though her presence might instill instability within him, he couldn't quit her. The feelings were too strong, both of those admitted, and those denied. Even if the man once named Theophilus now stood as a devil of his former self. With a slight, exaggerated breath, the Mad Masque raises a gloved hand to his face; Digits pressing firmly, as he pulls away the mask. It was the most he could do, to thank Violette. 

"Don't phrase it so. I feel we will meet again; Even if I make the entire world my enemy, I don't think I could ever make an enemy of you." 

          Though nearly twenty years had gone by since their last encounter, time had been kind to the likes of Theophilus. The man bearing the strongest smile he could muster with such aches plaguing him; Amber eyes narrowed with their stare to Violette, as the color of his hair hadn't changed for much, if at all. While he wasn't quite the same young man he was so long ago, he was far from resembling the terribly aged.

[lenaccidia]

      She has never been capable of that specific emotion—hate, specifically. She doesn’t have a strong enough reason to; well, she does, but she doesn’t want to admit that. Violette could not hate him if she tried. In her mind, he is merely misunderstood, hated for wanting his own lifestyle—and yet, even she realises just how twisted that point of view is.

"Please, just answer the question."

[hxberdxsher]

        What, oh what could she do for him? She who had survived the tragedy of his descent. She who had pursued his shade for nearly twenty years. She who was unable to hate— to hate him. One side of the Mad Masque found Violette to be a poison in her presence alone; the way she looked at him with eyes full of curiosities preying upon his unstable mind. But another side still yearned for her company, rather it so desperately desired for her side at his. But he knew he could never ask that, for the path he had set off on wasn't for the likes of those who accepted this world of theirs. 

"If you will not hate me, then I will ask that you love me. For all the sins I will commit, and for all the lives I shall take."

          It was so very tough on him. Voicing such words, attempting his hardest to rid himself any desperation. He wanted to appear strong, he must appear strong. But, he knows that no matter what face he takes, in the end Violette will only see right through it. Just as it has always been.

[hypnobate-deactivated20120615]

I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

Sylvia Plath (via sahrana)

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[lenaccidia]

"I’d imagine so. It isn’t the sort of thing you can avoid, unfortunately." 

          The hand falls from her hip and instead joins the other one, tangling her fingers together at her midsection. Violette wants to do more for him; yet she cannot fathom what it is he needs, whether it’s affection or just something to drag him back down to sanity again—whatever it may be, she would do it in a heartbeat. She looks to the side, her gaze falling upon the floor behind him.

"I’m sorry you’ve had it rough. Does there…happen to be something I could…help with? I just want to…make up for lost time.”

[hxberdxsher]

        What is it with her? That desire to help him, to mend his broken psyche. It was unusual. He's wronged her, he's stolen away the lives of their two teammates, and for twenty years has wronged her for their past relationship. So, why is it that she wants to help him here? Why now? 

"I— Why? You should hate me. Despise me. I'm hardly the same man I was before, I'm hardly the one you loved." 

          Confusion is evident, even with his face obscured by that mask of his. He doesn't understand. Masque would love to, but he can't. In this moment, she is a greater enigma than even the likes of he.